BDSM Porn Stories

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Every once in a while my girlfriend Diana and I get together with Jeff,
Tina, Matt and Jen for some fantastic group sex. When Diana told me last
Wednesday that we would be seeing them on the coming (no pun intended) weekend,
I knew something special was in store - it would be my birthday that Saturday.
Jeff and Tina are, like Diana and myself, college students. Jeff is very
lean and graceful, with jet-black hair and a nine-inch monster cock. Tina
looks almost like his s****r - average height and slim build, with the same
ebony hair, but *definitely* more feminine. Her hair... Continue»

Most women do not understand it, but there is freedom in obedience!
It is actually so liberating for a sub to follow her MASTER's instructions to the letter, and not have to worry about a thing. That doesn't make me weak or spineless, in fact it makes me brave because i have the courage to follow my MASTER without question!
It isn't about not thinking, (i'm a degree student so quite clever) it's about the freedom that there is in being in servitude. i feel so relaxed happy and free when i'm doing tasks for my MASTER. i know that he has my best interests at heart and that he would not ask me... Continue»

It hadn't gone well, Darla thought, as she leafed through an old magazine. She shifted position, took her shoes off, and curled her feet up comfortably beneath her on the couch. Across the room, Michael was still typing away. They'd been working together quite well on the book, and then he'd had one of his sudden fits of inspiration and had shooed her away, irritably, because he didn't want her "looking over his shoulder." As if he hadn't looked over mine enough, she thought. And leaned on it at the same time. I wish we could get an office with two desks, two typewriters, and a brick wall betw... Continue»

Maureen switched on the little iron and took the first pair of lacy panties from the ironing bag. As she smoothed them flat, she smiled to herself. It had been a while since anyone else had seen, or handled, these, but she still wore them occasionally, out of habit. Perhaps some of the young men at the gym would like to see them…Standing with the iron in her hand, she let herself day-dream for a moment: she had just come home from the gymnasium and, not bothering to get changed (after all, there was no-one to see her), she was still wearing the white vest, blue pleated skirt, white socks and p... Continue»

The lady who really got me into bondage with me was my first wife Mercedes. How we got into it was similar to the things with Betty. However we were at the beach, alone, for a month. Mercedes and I lived in Spain, in a town named Cartagena. Near by, her father had a beach house on the Mediterranean Sea. The first summer we were married we spent our honeymoon at the house.

One afternoon, Merce caught me looking at some bondage porn and like Betty;

"Does that give you pleasure? Burn it, you have me, I AM your wife and I am to give you pleasure. Who knows, maybe I'll like it too. ... Continue»

As I left Bev's, I took the long way back to my house, so that I could think through some of the delicate aspects of the ever expanding complications of my i****tuous life. I had originally acted solely on my desire to seduce my mother, and to have her be my willing slave. It was a great fantasy, and an even better reality. This whole master plan of mine had been sent hurdling down the track at a blazing speed. In the process, it had taken several side trips, and it looked as though it was going to take a few more. It was out of control, and I feared that the entire thing could easily derail. ... Continue»

A chill wind brings a light shiver forth as he makes his way through the pass... surprised at how quickly the cold seems to have come on, he is grateful to see home in the distance. The glow of the fire reaches out into the gloom, growing more pronounced as he nears the steps, and it is with growing anticipation that he climbs the stairs quickly, unlatching the door and slipping inside, closing it behind him, loathe to let the chill in.
The air is so much warmer in here that he stops a moment and closes hi... Continue»

Angie was beginning to get worried, while she had lost all sense of time, she did know that it had been an awfully long time since the last time John had done anything to her. It had all started innocently enough, at a party of course. John had pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put them on her, as a way of getting her attention.

Well, it had worked, she splashed her drink in his face and demanded that he take them off. He ran off shouting something about his eyes, leaving her screaming at him at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately she lost track of him in the crowd and sat down demure... Continue»

I'm walking through the techno ambience of the underground. There are lights strobing all around me, breaking the darkness into jerking fragments of reality. Stop motion figures dance to the pulsing, all devouring sea of sound and I am stoned beyond reproach. Godlike in my arrogance. Supremely indifferent to my surroundings. Moving through the crowd with slow eyes; watching eager hands moving across slick brazen skin, eyes flashing in the darkness, glittering like sparks in the night.

The people around me are like vampires, crazed with lust, biting at each other's necks, groping hands darti... Continue»

The day started like any other, with me waking up my mistress Chrissy by licking out her sweet delicious pussy! She loves me waking her up that way, infact she demands that I act as her special alarm clock, waking her up precisely at 8:30am everyday with oral sex, as it gives her a "great start" to her day, and I great start to mine aswell!

Anyway, after massaging her juicy pussy and hard clit with my tongue to orgasmic heaven, I drank every drop of cum she squirted out and she then had a stretch and looked down at me, my face between her creamy... Continue»

In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had prepared... A torture rack! It looked like a normal long wooden table with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed her setting that up in the ... Continue»

I am the Viking Gladiator, the warrior poet, the erotic palmist,
And I convey this message to you indeed without delay:
We all think about it with extreme pleasure.
We all contemplate on it with utter delight.
Nobody is exempt from dreaming of hard bondage,
Nor excused from the desires of erotic goth sex.

I call her an exquisite bitch without further ado,
And inform her what a lovely tramp she really is:
For ... Continue»

I was woken up with the sound and feeling of my wrist and ankle restraints being unlocked, releasing me from the torture rack to which my mistress Chrissy now keeps me at night. I opened my eyes and saw the fresh faced beauty that is my mistress, she clearly had a good nights sl**p, pity the wooden rack doesn't give me the same!

"Good morning, MY slave." She greeted me in a chirpy voice as she cocked her leg up over my body on the rack and sat herself down on top of my stomach.

Slowly, he began removing her clothing, his hand gently caressing her soft skin. She moaned lightly as his hands reached beneath her top and massaged her breasts. Her legs parted instinctively as he explored beneath her laced briefs. She glanced into the mirror above them and studied the immense contrast between her petit body against his naked Adonis form. Soon her clothing laid in a crumpled pile beside the bed. The room was hot and steamy, and their body glistened with moisture. He stood in front of her, held her hands above her head, and told her to kneel down. As she descended, her tongue... Continue»

I was now stood over my slave, my feet resting on either side of her ribs with me facing towards her legs, if she hadn't had the blindfold on, she'd be looking up and seeing the back of my naked upper body and the back of my jeans.

"Don't move your arms at all," I commanded, "just relax completely, and trust your master, if you do just as I say, you may find this test to be VERY nice."

Tossing and turning
where ever I roam
My master is calling
calling me home.
Calling and calling
Calling me home
I hear your voice
where ever I roam.
Master is calling me
what do I do?
I hear his deep whisper
resounding again
Submit to me darlin'
Surrender your soul.
for you'll never regret
a passion so bold
being tied to my bed
and under control.
I whisper softly
to the Master himself
I am yours, only yours
but I couldn't expect
I'd hear him calling, calling
where ever I went.

When I got out of the shower, I sat at the vanity, carefully looking at myself. I began to apply my makeup so that I would look seductive and trashy. My Master came and stood in the doorway. He smiled at me as he walked over to me, his fingers in my hair leaned over and kissed the top of my head. My body even though tired responded instinctively with a tingle and my nipples perked up.

“My beautiful slut,” he said as his hands slid down from my shoulders to my tits.

“Thank you Master”, I said purring. I was butter in his hands, his very presence made me want to do whatever he wanted. He ... Continue»